It is Desdemona
I find in every trauma
of
faithlessness drama
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Day: January 5, 2015
Up goes the wind
striking in a kind
brush past the face
almost in an accelerated phase
with a hurt to the eyes
and a turn with the flies
away it goes in a speed
disenchanting in a deed
the winds could be both
a blizzard with a toll
a breeze from the poles.
that be the experience in all
with a rise and a fall.
I was born
before I could remember
hear your chuckle.
I grew up
before I could recognise
I could hear your tease.
I got married
before I could understand
see you laugh.
I gave birth to children
before I could realize
can see you smile.
They grew up fast
before I could adjust
can hear your talk.
They moved away from me
before I could rise
you watch me curious.
I live with my thoughts
past, present and future
an existence of the sake
That is how it goes
you, me and them
a start and an end.
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